“You’ll sleep in my room.”
He said it so casually, as if it were no bigger than asking someone to pass the salt. But the way Lena’s head snapped toward him, and the way Isabel blinked twice like she hadn’t heard him right, said otherwise.
Isabel opened her mouth, closed it, then managed, “I-- what?”
Isaac didn’t even look at her. He kept walking as he spoke, buttoning his cuff like this was already decided.
“You heard me, you’ll be in my room from now on.”
“The doctor said I just need rest,” she said quickly, trying to keep up behind him. “That’s all, It’s not that serious.”
He stopped.
She nearly bumped into him. His head turned just slightly, and even though his expression stayed calm, there was something behind his voice that made her legs go still.
“And what if something seriou
